Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 20•

~Neveah's POV~

I listen to him pull off, and once again, my heart feels heavy. Painful. All I want is to be close to that man, and here I am. Pushing him away because of the principle of the matter. I hate this but, I'd hate myself alot more if I give in and just forget about the look on his face when I told him how I felt.

Just like that. More tears build in my eyes, and I clench my jaw. I am sick of fucking crying today. Sick and fucking tired. I remember the last thing that helped me keep it together, and I realize were I wanna be.

And I let my legs take me there. I barge into his room, and walk over to his bed. He makes it everyday. Huh. I flip the covers over and and snuggle up onto his side.

I take one deep breath through my nose, and that weight on my chest lifts slowly but surely. I turn my head and bring his blanket to my nose and take another one, closing my swollen eyes. And I think about being in his arms again, like I was not too long ago. It's not the same but, I-I . . . I feel . . . safe.

~Mr. Fischbach's POV~

I can't do this. I can't fucking stand here all day and act like I actually want to sit up here and teach. I can't stop thinking of her. And I know for a fact I'm visibly and verbally off my game today. Multiple student's have looked at me funny, and one had even asked me if I was okay.

I could leave for lunch and say there was a family emergency. Yeah, yeah that's what I'll do. I just gotta get through this last hour, and I can go home to her. And talk to her. That's all I want to do right now.

I should've just stayed home. I should've taken out my phone to call in, not my fucking keys. Now she's all alone, and probably crying. Whether she hears me out or not, I just wanna see her smile at me again. It's been so long since I've seen her smile at me.

"Uh, Mr. Fischbach," I hear, being knocked out of my thoughts, "Do we have homework or not?" One of my third hour students asks me, and I clear my throat and shake my head. "Not today, consider it a break." I answer, just before the bell finally rings for fourth hour. Teens race out of my classroom and I look back down at the test I was grading and I realize, I'm grading all wrong. I sigh, and just then, I feel someone standing over me. The smell of cheap Axe cologne hits my nostrils, -Gold to be exact-, and I know exactly who's hovering over me.

"What do you want Richardson?" I ask, not looking up from the test as I scribble my mistakes out with my pen. "Where is she?" He asks, as expected. And I scoff, shaking my head. The audacity of this teenager. "What exactly gives you the impression I'm going to give you the answer to that?" I say, slowly but surely looking up at him.

"It's not like earliers threat did you any justice. Speaking of which, how did that discussion with my superior work out for you?" I decide to ask, purely to get him off of trying to pry for Neveah's location. "He's not here today. But I'm guessing you already knew that from how calm you were and still are." He says, and all I do is lean back in my chair, and smirk at him. My boss is on vacation with his family currently and he's not coming back for at least a week. The vice-principal has kindly taken his duties for the time being. But, of course, Richardson would be the last to put two and two together.

I wait til it's just me and him, watching the last third hour student leave, "Even if he was here Liam, I'd be just as calm. Your word means nothing to him." - "And yours does?"- "More than yours, yes. And that's just too bad huh? Maybe if you left the drug dealing to Heather Barnett, and attended class more, this wouldn't be a problem for you." - "You can't lie to me Mark. We both know this calm sophisticated demeanor is just an act for you. You're shitting your pants right now, and you know it. Thanks to my girlfriend, I know what it takes to become an educator. And I know for a fact, you didn't go through years of college just to be classified as the unhire-able teacher who sleeps with his students. So why don't you just admit it?" He goes on with, and I scoff. Spotting his phone in his front pocket. And the idiot didn't even bother to not only turn off his screen, but to face the screen towards his own leg. And all it took was a glance to see he's trying to record me. Record me admitting to being with Neveah, that is.

"You really must think I'm just as simple as you, huh?" I ask him, leaning into his pocket, "I mean, if we're recording evidence against one another, why don't we talk about the countless amounts of brusies-," I speak up, and the boy has never grabbed his phone faster. And what makes this funnier is the fact that, the police need visible proof of abusive. Pictures, not audio of another person speaking of said heinous crime. I couldn't help but smirk at the upcoming abusers unknowledgeable presumptious. "Unlike you, I wasn't born yesterday. Now get out of my classroom." I tell him, and I listen to the teenager grunt before walking away.

"Wassup fucktard? Cassie turn you down like I thought?" I hear, and I look over to see him talking to his younger brother. It seems to me every time the two brothers cross paths between my class they're either sharing a cannabis pen, or talking shit to one another. "Y'know, I'm not in the mood for your shit third year senior. Go fail another class and eat dick." - "The fuck did you say to me?" Liam gets in his face with, and Christian shoves his brother into another student walking in. I rise from my seat, "Richardson!" I raise my voice, stopping him from returning the favor. "I suggest you think twice before you start a fight my classroom." I make very clear, the hot-head clenches his jaw. The two grimace at eachother, "Walk home." He mutters, before running into him on his way out. "Y'know what?" Christian sucks his teeth with, before looking dead at me. Majority of my fourth hour class sits down, and Christian walks up to my desk. "You mind if I talk to you in the hall?"